(1980 memoirs)
There was one meal [at Cousin Frankie's] I have never in my life forgotten which was different from all the others. For some reason Lucretia was gone, Henry alone, and Frankie invited him for supper. It was June; and beaming, she told me the menu -- shortcake. She was going to town to get the berries that very morning. I said, "Fine. And what else?" -- why nothing else. We were going to have Shortcake!
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